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AN: For convenience's sake, picture Satine- the rogue Widow Yelena has been tracking- as Charisma Carpenter (Cordelia of Buffy the Vampire Slayer) with at least shoulder-length brown hair.

The Legacies' Triad

Yelena was used to waking up early on relatively little sleep since the early days of her training, ensuring that she was alert and ready to go on short notice. She had even shared her bed with others when missions demanded it, even if she took care to avoid becoming emotionally invested and only choose partners that benefited her mission in some way.

What made this particular occasion different from any other case where she woke up with someone else in her bed was that not only was she basically still dressed, but there were two people in the bed with her rather than one. She needed a moment to remind herself that she and Kate had ended up taking Peter back to the safehouse to rest rather than let him try to make his own way home when he had still been sore from the fight with the thief in the bird-suit. Peter had left a message with Stark's head of security to confirm where he could find the would-be thief and accepted the offer to basically ride on the front of the bike as they returned to New York- the automated driving program meant that Yelena basically didn't have to worry about seeing where she was going- but by the time they got back to the safehouse Peter had clearly still been sore despite his half-hearted protests that his powers included some form of enhanced healing.

While Yelena hadn't admitted it outright at the time, she had already been tired from the day's training even before the stress of trying to get to Peter once he'd left his message, and if she had been tired she could only imagine how Kate had felt. Peter had left another message with his aunt to inform her that he'd be staying with a friend, after the dance, and the three of them had ended up resting on the bed as the largest, most comfortable thing in the safehouse. Yelena was fairly sure they had all only intended to get comfortable on the bed for a few moments, but they must have all dozed off without realising it.

Looking at the other two people in the bed with her, their arms loosely draped over her stomach, Yelena was suddenly struck by an intense emotion she couldn't explain. As well as all three taking off their shoes, she and Kate had unzipped the top parts of their suits as they tried to get more comfortable when they lay down, while Peter had removed the sleeveless red hoodie that formed the main part of his costume to help him cool off. They were all still basically dressed, but as she looked down her eyes traced over Peter's muscles, well-defined under his tight blue top, or the way Kate's cleavage was just visible under the black bra she wore under her purple suit…

Yelena had seen people expose more skin in more deliberately revealing attire, but when she looked at these two young heroes, she felt an urge that she couldn't explain even to herself. She wanted to tell herself that Peter and Kate were just the people she had ended up working with, or maybe even some kind of 'student', but she was fairly sure that she should not be interested in seeing more of these two if she only saw them as 'students'.

Unsure how to respond to this situation, Yelena chose to carefully move up towards the top of the bed. She told herself that she was concerned that moving down might wake the other two up, but she was also aware that if she moved down… if she let Peter or Kate's limbs pass over her torso…

She knew that neither of them would take advantage of the opportunity even if they were awake, and she knew that she would not do anything to them either, but she was in such an emotionally complicated state that she didn't want to put anyone in an awkward position. She still had to deal with Satine's presence in New York as soon as possible, which meant that she couldn't afford to waste time dealing with complex emotions she couldn't understand.

The actual effort to slip out of bed mostly went well as she shimmied her way up and away from her partners. She had to pause at one point when Peter's hand slipped slightly under her open top and his fingers brushed against her stomach, but Yelena was able to move the hand away without waking him up. Once she had moved her torso away from the outstretched arms, she utilised her old training to lift one leg and then the other out of the bed before she basically hauled herself up onto her hands. Yelena silently vaulted herself to the side of the bed, landing on the ground with a light touch that made it easy for her to walk away without waking up the other two.

Still… as she looked back at the bed, where Peter and Kate had shifted slightly closer to each other as though their sleeping minds were aware of her absence, Yelena couldn't shake the thought that she wanted to be back there with them. There was no sense of jealousy at the idea of the two younger ones being close when she wasn't there, no thought of annoyance that one of them was there when she only wanted the other… however Yelena analysed her thoughts, she felt nothing to suggest that she wanted to be alone with Peter or Kate; only a wish that she could spend more time with both of them.

I am in trouble, she mused to herself. I must deal with this quickly.

Whenever they looked back on that first night in the safehouse, Peter and Kate would never be able to say for sure which of them had woken up first. They could agree that the first person awake had basically screamed in shock when they realised they were in bed with their friend, which had led to the other person waking up basically straight afterwards and letting out their own scream, but both of them were so focused on waking back up that neither of them was certain who had been first. The initial moments of consciousness were focused on awkward movements as Peter and Kate each scrambled to the opposite side of the bed from the other, Kate zipping her top back up while Peter grabbed his outer red shirt from the side of the bed and pulled it back on.

"Uh…" Peter said at last, still not looking around at his friend.

"OK," Kate responded, looking herself over before she turned back to Peter. "Uh… we were really, really tired, right?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded eagerly at that statement. "It was- we had a very rough night-"

"You had a rough night; Yelena and I were just-"

"We were all very tired and we all chose to rest in the same comfortable place," Yelena put in as she walked into the bedroom, once again dressed in her white spysuit and carrying a tray with a range of food on it, including fruit, toast, pastries, cheese and cold meats. "I woke up before you both and put together a quick breakfast; we must be off soon."

"Off?" Peter repeated before he snapped his fingers. "Oh, right, that other rogue Widow…"

"We?" Kate repeated, looking at Yelena with an eager grin, her previous embarrassment apparently forgotten. "You want me along?"

"They were attempting to abduct you in the first place," Yelena observed. "If you want to be in at the finish, it is your call."

"Hell yeah!" Kate said, leaping to her feet with a broad grin before she grabbed a few items from the tray and began to shovel them into her mouth. Witnessing his old friend's enthusiasm for their upcoming mission, Peter looked at Yelena, gave a brief shrug that he hoped conveyed his acceptance of Kate's enthusiasm, and reached past her to grab a few bits of food for himself.

He obviously wanted to be there when this particular situation was dealt with, but on another note, anything that meant he and the others didn't have to talk about the fact that they'd just been in bed together was good with him…

Kate kept fighting the urge to grin as she moved along the rooftops, heading for the Widow safehouse alongside Peter and Yelena. The goggles on her head still felt a bit uncomfortable, and she would definitely want to find something sleeker to wear if she kept going out later, but the fact that she was being trusted to join two Avengers in a mission like this…

OK, Yelena's an Avenger by proxy and Peter was apparently fired after one official mission; that's still more than most people get.

Even with how tired they had been last night, it hadn't taken them long to get moving, Yelena taking Kate and herself on the motorbike while Peter swung along above them. They'd left the bike a short distance away from the safehouse so that they could make a more discreet approach along the rooftops for the final stretch. It had been briefly unnerving to have Peter take them up with such a quick swing, but Kate didn't feel any sense of fear as she prepared to play her part in what was to come. She had faith in her friend and her protector to help keep her safe as she played her own part fighting whatever they were about to face, and she had been doing her best to keep up with them…

Yelena held up a hand to halt Kate's movement as she stood on the edge of the roof up ahead, Peter landing alongside the woman in white as Kate followed her example. Yelena was also wearing the same goggles as Kate, but Kate was fairly sure that was just in the spirit of some kind of solidarity with her and Peter, particularly since their target probably knew Yelena already.

"Our target is there," Yelena indicated a building on basically the other side of the street, before she held up her hand and indicated a control on the side of her goggles. "Look for yourself."

Reaching up, Kate adjusted the indicated control, and was surprised to find herself activating kind of 'thermal vision' setting on these goggles she hadn't known about earlier. The setting allowed her to look at the building Yelena had indicated, revealing a group of around eight people inside it, all gathering on the second floor.

"You see them?" Yelena said.

"Yeah…"

"What are we dealing with?" Peter asked.

"A strike team of eight, most likely preparing to depart," Yelena explained. "Even if our enemy last night did not reveal that he had told us about them, his capture must have tipped them off. They are gathering their equipment at present; we must move in while they are disorganised."

"Smoke-bomb arrow?" Kate asked, reaching back and drawing a particular arrow from her quiver. Most of the arrows she'd collected were fairly standard, but she'd taken care to collect a few 'specialised' arrows from the safehouse; she guessed that Hawkeye had left a few of his weapons there at some point.

"Good choice," Yelena nodded. "We can put them off-balance and dive in while they are confused."

"Won't the smoke-?" Peter began.

"If we time it right, we can enter once the worst of the smoke has dispersed while they are still off-balance," Yelena anticipated his question. "You are fast; it will work."

"OK," Kate said, fighting the urge to show off her enthusiasm at the thought that she was going to be the key player in this particular assault as she prepared her arrow. "Let's… go."

She appreciated that she was being overly dramatic as she fired the arrow, but she allowed herself to smile as the smoke-bomb arrow broke the window and began to release the gas contained within. She wasn't sure what kind of gas this arrow used, but from what she could see with her mask it was definitely having an effect, as thermal vision showed the previously organised group essentially fell apart as they scattered in response to the gas attack.

"We are going in," Yelena said, drawing a strange-looking gun from her belt and pointing it ahead. "Subdue, but do not knock anyone out yet; I must identify the Widow."

"Check," Peter and Kate said simultaneously as they moved towards the edge. As Yelena fired what turned out to be her grapple gun, latching on to a point just above the already-broken window on the other side, Peter placed one arm around Kate's waist and held out his other hand to fire a web-line in the same direction. Kate only had a moment to properly acknowledge the sensation of Peter's warm, muscular body against hers (when did the guy who was once mockingly called 'Puny Parker' actually get that buff?) before they literally crashed through the window she had already broken with her arrow. Kate's mask made it relatively easy to see the people running around in the smoke-filled apartment, occasionally stumbling over boxes, and she was fairly sure that Yelena's mask would have the same features. She wasn't sure about Peter, but if he was wearing goggles and a face-mask she had to assume he'd be all right even without his enhanced abilities to take into account.

Taking care to keep Yelena and Peter behind her, Kate lashed out with her bow as a blunt instrument, smacking a couple of them in the heads while Peter basically shoved a few others into the walls. Yelena ended up grappling with one particular figure until Kate realised that the smoke around them had faded, which seemed to have been some kind of cue for the older woman to pull some kind of aerosol spray out of a pocket on her vest and spray some other kind of gas in her opponent's face. Kate wasn't sure if that gas had been meant to knock Yelena's opponent out, but her friend was clearly caught off-guard when the other woman launched another punch that struck Yelena in the face, knocking her off-balance. The other woman turned as though about to run, but Peter spun around and fired a couple of bursts of webbing that left the woman suddenly stuck to the nearest wall.

Realising that the smoke had cleared and the rest of the people in the room were either unconscious or trapped, Kate reached up to adjust the settings on her mask so that she was looking at her surroundings through a more standard vision mode. Peter was already using his webbing to tie up the rest of the group, while Yelena lifted her mask to look properly at the other woman. Kate noted that the woman seemed a bit taller and more 'developed' around the chest than Yelena was, but was also in good shape aside from the bruise on her face where she'd been hit earlier.

"You?" the woman looked at Yelena in surprise.

"Me," Yelena responded, looking the woman over with a pointed stare. "You call yourself 'Satine' now?"

"It works," the woman shrugged.

"And why did the antidote-?"

"Oh, that?" Satine gave Yelena a mocking smirk. "Tell me, do you think we were all as foolish as you? Do you honestly believe Dreykov needed drugs to make us believe that he was right? Some of us enjoyed the notion of being part of something greater-"

"What; being part of some old Cold War spy program that became famous because your best agent left?" Peter looked at her with clear incredulity despite his full-body costume. "What's so great about that?"

"Sometimes it is good merely to have power even if few people know of it," Satine observed, giving Peter a cool smirk. "It is one of those things where if you cannot understand straight away, you likely never will."

"And I don't think I want to," Peter countered, before he moved to indicate the fallen men around them. "So who were these guys?"

"Just standard mercenaries," Satine said dismissively. "The program only has so many resources right now; my particular division had to compromise on quality."

"I am sure," Yelena said, giving the woman a slightly mocking smirk. "Did you even have a plan beyond 'get big guns'?"

"The program continues even with Dreykov gone," Satine responded. "You did not think it would be easy to shut it down, did you? With so few active Avengers it is far easier to make plans, especially when the remaining official ones are not looking for us and the ones who do know we are out there have so little resources."

"You underestimate my sister-"

"And you overestimate yourself," Satine said. "You dealt a blow, but there are enough like me who are interested in Dreykov's vision; we simply chose to continue in his absence-"

"Until one of you rises to the top of the pile?" Peter cut her off. "Yeah, that is not happening; the world doesn't need a bunch of creepy women trying to take charge for some old spy program- no offence meant."

"None taken," Yelena shot Peter a brief smile. "It is a stupid plan carried out by people who have nothing better to do with their time."

"And if you're just here to continue the program, what about- Kate Bishop?" Kate put in, moving forward to look at the Widow herself. "What was the point of trying to abduct her?"

"The new generation, of course," the older woman shrugged.

"New generation?" Peter repeated.

"We do need new recruits at some point," the woman said nonchalantly. "Younger would be better, but in cases where the subject already has at least some hand-to-hand training there's nothing wrong with taking advantage of the existing opportunities."

"Existing opportunities?" Kate repeated. "I- Kate has her own life; she wouldn't just-"

"Which is why we were preparing our more invasive methods for keeping her with us," the woman said, her tone still sickeningly casual. "It would have taken time to guarantee her loyalty, but it would also save the need to train her in some of the necessary combat skills."

"Quite," Yelena said, before she drew back her fist and delivered a powerful punch to the woman's face. The blow was accompanied by a brief spark that Peter recognised as Miss Romanoff's own weapons from video clips he'd seen of the other Avengers in action, which probably explained why the other Widow was sent flying backwards with more force than he would have expected a regular human to be capable of unleashing.

"Huh," Kate said, only registering that Peter had said the same thing after she spoke.

"It annoys me," Yelena observed.

"The attitude?" Peter asked.

"Dreykov was nothing to admire," Yelena affirmed with a grim nod as she looked down at the other Widow. "It is good to know that we were correct, anyway."

"Huh?" Kate turned to Yelena.

"Our theory that you were targeted for your combat skills."

"Oh yeah…"

"You talked about that?" Peter looked at them.

"It was a theory; there was no need to share it when we did not know for certain," Yelena noted with a shrug before she glanced around the room. "We shall need to find some way to keep these people contained…"

"Uh… I think I have an idea on that front," Peter held up a hand even as he looked slightly awkward even with his face still covered up. "I was just thinking… Black Widow gets covered under the Accords, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well… then wouldn't Mr Stark be legally obliged to arrest her just as much as he's meant to be going after your sister?" Peter said, his face shifting awkwardly between Kate and Yelena. "I mean, I obviously won't tell him that you're here…"

"Because you recognise that him trying to enforce that particular law is short-sighted and stupid and just makes it harder for the people who are meant to save the world to save the world?" Kate said, a teasing edge to her voice.

"…You don't have to make it sound like I'm that stupid…" Peter muttered defensively, lowering his head as his shoulders slumped.

"That's not- yeah, I went too far with that," Kate said, immediately regretting her choice of phrasing as she looked at Peter. "I mean, I still say you should have thought a bit more about it when he-"

"I get it," Peter looked up at her with what she was sure was a grin even if she couldn't see his mouth right now (and when did she get so good at reading him?), before he indicated a door. "I'll just… I should probably do this where the other side won't be able to hear anything."

As Peter had anticipated, the subsequent call with Happy Hogan in the next room was a difficult one for both parties. Stark security teams had already found Liz's dad and the equipment he'd almost stolen in the crash outside Coney Island, so Mr Hogan had been very apologetic about ignoring Peter's attempt to call him the night before, but Peter had chosen to avoid giving too much detail in case he said something that might suggest that he had help last night. It had been difficult to talk around the whole situation to explain that he'd caught one of the thief's associates while following up another lead, particularly when he couldn't say anything about Kate and Yelena, but at this point Mr Hogan seemed to be fine with the idea of basically taking Peter's word for the situation. Once he had Mr Hogan's assurance that someone would be on their way to pick up the 'terrorists' within the hour, Peter ended the call and returned to the main room, only to find a notable absence.

"Uh… where did Yelena go?" he looked uncertainly at Kate, who was standing alone in the middle of the room. Everyone else was still tied down by his webbing, so he knew they couldn't have escaped, but the absence of the older woman was still significant.

"She… decided it was time to get going," Kate said. Even with the borrowed mask still covering her face, it was clear she was just as uncertain about exactly what had happened as Peter was, but at least that assured him he wasn't alone in feeling put out by that news.

"Oh," Peter said, before he sighed and looked back at Kate. "Well… that makes sense, right? I mean, if she's not signed the Accords… I get that it's-"

"No, yeah, that… yeah, she probably shouldn't be here when…" Kate trailed off as she looked at the bow in her hand before turning back to Peter. "And… I should probably be off too; we don't want people getting the wrong idea…"

"Yeah," Peter nodded back at her, hoping he was hiding his own sense of dejection so that they could both focus on the necessity of what they were about to do. "Can you… get back home OK?"

"I can hide a few things in here," Kate indicated her near-empty quiver. It would still stand out a bit in a crowd, but Peter guessed that she could probably put her mask and a couple of other things in there with her remaining arrows and look like she was just going home after visiting a gym that offered some… unique exercise opportunities. "Well… good seeing you again?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded back at Kate as he wrapped an arm around her waist and jumped them both out of the window. Once they reached the ground, he released his grip and gave her a final nod before he jumped back up and began to swing away, simultaneously wanting to say something more to his old friend and completely lost for what else he could say in this situation.

What was the right thing to say when you wake up in the same bed as a childhood friend… even before you realised you'd just been sleeping with two beautiful women when you never thought of either of them as 'beautiful' in that sense before this morning?

He'd obviously been aware that they were both attractive, but there had been a difference between him being attracted to Liz and recognising that other girls looked good. But when he woke up this morning to see Kate on the other side of the bed… and when Yelena walked into the room with those breakfast options…

Stop it, he scolded himself as he swung around another building, hoping that he could get back to his and May's apartment before she started trying to call someone. Kate's just a friend, and Yelena… she was helping out a couple of screwed-up kids…

He forced himself not to think anything about how they would have never thought of him that way in turn anyway; he had enjoyed working with fellow heroes to deal with a serious problem, and that was all it was.

Typically Yelena was not in favour of flying coach, but in this case it was essentially the quickest way to get out of New York. She had enough cover identities that she had no fear that someone would catch her at the airport, and the Red Room had enough safehouses in other parts of the world that so long as she caught a flight somewhere she would have no problem finding new resources at the other end.

She told herself that she was only doing it this way because it was best to get out as soon as possible to avoid attracting attention from Stark and the others who had favoured the Sokovia Accords, but she couldn't ignore the part of her that wanted to go back to see the archer and the vigilante one last time.

They are better off without me, she mused, staring down at the city below as the plane ascended into the sky. Peter is a good man who likes to help others… Kate deserves to have the normal life I cannot enjoy… they will be happier without me.

Even as Yelena looked down at the city, she was unaware that, miles below, a teenage boy was meeting with Stark Enterprises' head of security in his school bathroom, while a teenage girl looked thoughtfully at a bow and arrow in her bedroom, each of them unknowingly thinking on some level about the other two…

AN 2: Be assured that this is not the end of this fic, but at this point they all have various issues that meant them just staying together after the previous night would have felt forced and awkward. Next chapter will jump ahead a fortnight or so, at which point things become more distinct from canon even as Peter establishes his focus on being New York's street-level Avenger…